Buzz (Book 3): Corrupted Saints MC

by Kimberly I. Belle

  BUZZ

  BOOK 3

  By: Kimberly I. Belle

  Chapter 1

  Buzz

  I can’t stand club whores trying to grind on me. I used to partake in quite a bit of action with the club whores, but I’m tired of the game now. The Corrupted Saints, the MC I belong to, is celebrating the end of war with the Death Riders MC. They caused havoc for us in the last year and we went through shit trying to make things right with them. Blood was shed and lives were lost. I wish I could say that the loss of life is something I am a stranger to but I can’t. My MC may call me Buzz but I am also known to some as Captain James Walker. I served in the United States Army as a Special Forces weapons specialist; honorably discharged after 15 years of service. I have a new life as the Sargent at Arms for the Corrupted Saints MC; they are the new brotherhood I bleed and will die for. When shit needs to be done, I am the one who makes sure it gets done.

  The MC gave me a new start in life. Winger, our Road Captain found me one night, in a very dark place beating the shit out of a fucker. He was beating on his woman. I had stepped in and almost killed the motherfucker. Winger took a chance on me, sponsored me and after a few months, I patched in as the newest member of the Corrupted Saints MC.

  “You alright brother?” It’s Winger, stirring me out of my thoughts. He’s standing next to me as I look in to the clubhouse’s main living area from the porch.

  “Yeah, man, just thinking about shit.”

  “What kinda shit?” He says, bringing a beer up to his lips, taking a swig.

  “Just thinking about life man.”

  “Yeah, what about it?” He’s always been a pushy bastard. I think he never got enough attention growing up or something.

  “You ever get tired of not having someone to keep your bed warm at night?”

  “Nah, man, I got a new lady in my bed every night. My bed’s never cold.”

  “That’s not what I mean. You ever want something like what Pres has with his old lady or Tank has with Sky?” Breaker our President married Charlotte and our VP Tank met his woman Sky not too long ago. They are both deep in love.

  “Not now man, I’m enjoying the pussy too much. You thinking about making one of the…,” he points to the club whores “an old lady?”

  “Shit no, I would never.” I don’t want a woman that fucks anything with leather just to be part of the club.

  “You know Gemma is hot for you, why don’t you take her for a spin?” I look into the club house and see a club whore, Gemma staring back at me as she sucks on the top of a beer bottle.

  “Gemma has a double wide pussy that every brother has used. Not to mention, I don’t like breathing the same air as her, she has dick breath all the time. That shit, is not who I want to spend my life with. It’s complicated man, I want a good woman but I don’t want to put all my problems and shit on her. Dating a man in an MC is one thing but dating a man who has scars is another.” I have PTSD, an unwanted parting gift for serving my country.

  “Yeah, she does have some nasty ass breath. You’re not scarred man. What happened to you while serving our country is not a reason to not get what you want.” He takes a long swig of his beer. “What about Liz?” He asks as he points with his beer bottle. Liz is our resident baker; she owns Sweetie Pie bakery and café. She makes the most decadent foods one could ever taste. Over the last year, she has become good friends with some of the old ladies in the club. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. She has fire engine red hair with the most striking emerald green eyes. Her body is exactly what I love, curvy and plump in all the right places. Liz is a good friend and I would kill to be with her, but as much as I want an old lady I couldn’t dump my problems on her. I may be a tough as nails motherfucker in the club but when I go to bed at night my past eats at me. I’ve thought about being with Liz and I am protective as shit when it comes to her. I sometimes flirt with her but she never reciprocates, I don’t think she likes me like that.

  “Alright man, I will catch ya later.” I say to Winger as I stand and walk towards Liz. As I am walking towards Liz, Gemma blocks me and starts rubbing on my chest.

  “Hey, Buzz, you finally ready to give me what I deserve?”

  I peel her hands off my body. “I will never give you anything.” I say as I walk away towards Liz. I notice Freak, a brother flirting with her and its pissing me off.

  “Freak, what’s up brother?” Freak has been with the club since it started.

  “Nothing much man, just talking to a beautiful lady.”

  “Hey, Buzz.” Liz says, hugging me. Damnit she smells sinful, like cupcake batter and sprinkles.

  I hug her back. “Hey, little lady. I didn’t know you were coming. What brings ya here?”

  “Charlotte invited me. She said it was the first time since she had the baby that she was going to drink. I’ve never been to one of your parties before. I like it so far. Freak here was telling me how he got his name.” Oh boy, he told her stories. I shake my head.

  “Can I get ya something to drink?” I ask.

  “Um,” she bites her lip, “do you guys have any wine?” She asks. I want to bite that lip.

  “We sure do, honey. Red or white?”

  “White.”

  “Let me get that for you.” I walk towards the bar, a new prospect is tending bar and I order her a wine and a beer for myself. I don’t want anyone giving her anything. You can never trust a fucker, especially with out-of-towners here. As I am waiting for my drinks, I notice Gemma watching Liz with an evil eye. Bitch better not mess with Liz or she will never see in these walls again. Finally I get my drinks and walk back to her and Freak.

  “Here ya go hun.” I hand her the wine glass.

  “Thanks Buzz.” She takes a small sip. Licking her lips. Damn.

  “Anything for you darlin.”

  “What are y’all talking about?” I ask.

  Freak responds. “Liz was telling me how someone broke into her shop the other night and destroyed all of her food.” My blood starts to boil.

  I turn to her. “When did this happen?” I ask, trying to keep my composure.

  “It happened two nights ago. It really isn’t that big of a deal. They just trashed the food, which was weird. There was a cash register full of money and they didn’t take any.”

  “Did you call the police?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I did, they said they would keep an eye out. I don’t understand why someone would break in to just vandalize the place. They could have walked out with a ton of money.” She breathes out. “I am just glad I moved out of the apartment when I did. I don’t know what I’d do if I was there when they wrecked everything.” She says. She isn’t telling me something. I can see her holding back, she won’t make eye contact with me. She keeps staring at her feet.

  I can’t believe she didn’t tell me. I saw her yesterday at her shop. Everything looked okay. Someone is fucking with my girl.

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?” I am trying to hide my anger.

  “Yeah, just let us know.” Freak says. I turn to him and give him a nasty ass look. He takes a hint. “I think I am going to go. I hope everything is okay with your shop. It was nice meeting you Liz.” He says and walks away, that’s probably the most polite I have ever seen him been.

  “That was weird. “ Says Liz.

  “He doesn’t matter. I wanna know if there is anything you need. I wish you had let us know. I would have come over and made sure you were alright.”

  “Thanks, Buzz, but you don’t need my issues. Besides, it was probably just some teenager rebelling against something.” Or not.


  “Well, I still don’t like it. I don’t want something to happen to you.” I don’t have a good feeling about this.

  “I appreciate the concern but nothing is gonna happen to me. I mean look at me, no one is gonna wanna go through any trouble for me.” She stands back and points to her body.

  I take a sip of my beer. “I would.” I maintain eye contact with her. I can see her turning red a little.

  “You don’t have to say that, but thanks.” She takes a sip of her wine and breaks the eye contact and looks around. “Have you seen Charlotte, she said she would be right back but she still isn’t.”

  “I haven’t, I’m sure she’s with Breaker somewhere. They haven’t had too much husband and wife time, if you get what I mean.” Breaker and his old lady are probably fucking in his room somewhere.

  “Oh, okay. I guess I don’t really need to stay then.”

  “You don’t need to, but do you want to?”

  “I mean, I would like to, I am afraid I don’t really fit in here.” She says, adjusting her clothes uncomfortably.

  “And why is that?”

  “Well look at me, look how I am dressed. I mean, can you even tell I have boobs underneath here?” She says picking at her shirt.

  “I can definitely see curves and I don’t mind that you’re covering them up. Means no one can see them.”

  “Why do you say things like that?”

  “Like what?” She looks me straight in the eyes and pauses for a moment.

  “Like nothing. I am going to grab some food. I think I saw some food back in the kitchen. Are you hungry? You want me to bring you anything?”

  “Yeah, I will come with ya.”

  “You don’t have to do that Buzz.” She is about to start walking towards the kitchen. I stop her by putting a hand on her shoulder.

  “Liz, you need to understand something, some of the guys here assume that when a woman is alone or not with a brother she is free game.”

  “Free game?” She asks worried.

  “Yes, as in a free for all. Of course they need permission but we have some out-of-town chapters in and they don’t necessarily have the same rules. They have to follow our rules but they aren’t as nice as some of the brothers you met here in our Corrupted Saints chapter.”

  “Oh?” Her eyes light up.

  “Yup, let’s get some food.” I hold my arm out to indicate for her to walk before me. I may be in an MC but I am a gentleman and protector of women through and through.

  “Thanks.” We walk towards the kitchen to grab some grub.

  Chapter 2

  Liz

  I can’t believe I am in the Corrupted Saints MC club house. Charlotte invited me over to a party. We were supposed to hang out together, but then she disappeared with Breaker about an hour ago. Buzz found me and told me that I should stick with him as some of the guys would think I was free game if I was all by myself. What have I gotten myself into?

  I was talking to another member named Freak but he left as soon I started telling him someone broke into my shop. I could see Buzz getting angry that I didn’t tell him and I am pretty sure he knows that I wasn’t telling him the whole story either, and he would be right. Someone breaking into Sweetie Pies wasn’t the first time something that weird has happened since I moved into town. I think someone is trying to scare me.

  “Liz?” Buzz brings me out of my thoughts.

  “Yeah. Sorry about that, I was just thinking.” I say. He looks at me curiously.

  “I asked what you wanted to eat. It looks like they are cooking up some burgers and hot dogs outside.”

  “Um, I will take a burger.” I move to grab my own food.

  “Allow me, you are our guest. I want to serve you.” Buzz pauses a moment and makes eye contact with me. “Pickles, lettuce and cheese, right?” He asks.

  “Yeah, you remembered?” Buzz and I have eaten out together before just as friends. A guy like him would never be interested in me. He looks like a demi-god and I am the frumpy earthling.

  “Of course I did. I remember everything about you.” He smirks at me and winks. His teeth are so white and perfect. He also has a tongue piercing that I barely get a glimpse of.

  “Thanks.” I blush. I don’t know why he flirts with me or maybe I am just reading into things. I haven’t been with a guy in such a long time. The last time I went out on a date with a guy, he turned out to be a total psycho. I moved to this new town to get away from everything in my old life. I used to work in politics. I actually had a very high paying job working for a senator but decided it wasn’t the life for me and I moved to this beautiful little town and opened up a bakery. I was living in the apartment on top of my bakery but moved out because I wasn’t feeling safe anymore.

  “Liz, hun, let’s go eat.” Buzz says holding up two plates of food.

  “Sure, sorry, I keep getting lost in my own thoughts.” I walk towards the door and hold it up for him.

  “You sure everything is alright?”

  “Yeah.” I bite my lip.

  “I wasn’t talking out of my ass before, if something is up or you need help, let me know.”

  “Thanks, Buzz, I am okay for now. I really am.” We walk outside towards one of the tables they have outside. We sit down and start to eat.

  “Thank you for the food. It’s delicious.”

  “You’re very welcome sugar. I enjoy breaking bread with you.” He winks at me.

  “I enjoy eating with you too. You are easy to talk to.” We continue to talk and eat for a while. “You know what would taste really good, I want something sweet. It’s funny. I work all day in a bakery and can still crave something sweet.”

  “Well you know there is this delicious bakery in town, gorgeous owner, she is super cool, I wonder if she would open up for us.” He says.

  “Oh, I didn’t know.” I can’t believe another bakery opened up in town and I didn’t know.

  “Sugar, I meant you.”

  “Oh.” I blush.

  “What do you say? You think you wanna open up so we can grab something sweet. I promise I am a paying customer. We can bring back some stuff for the club too. These fuckers might be getting the munchies soon.”

  I start to laugh. “Sure, let me grab my purse, I have my keys in there. Should I meet you there or do you want to ride with me?” He holds out his hand.

  “I am driving your cage. I would love to get you on the back of my bike but I don’t think taking cupcakes and cookies on a bike would really be a good idea.”

  “I can drive, it’s no problem.”

  “Liz, I am driving. Keys.” He holds his hand out again. I dig into my purse and drop my keys into his hand. Buzz wraps his hands around my fingers when I drop the keys into his hands. “Come on sugar, let’s go.” He grabs and holds my hand, dragging me along towards my car. I have a Subaru Crosstrek, it is a small cross over, it’s white and I have a tulip and butterfly hanging from the rear view mirror. Buzz walks to the passenger side and opens the door for me. “There ya go hun, hop in.” I hop in.

  “Thanks Buzz.” I see him walk around my car and get into the driver’s side.

  “You ready?” He asks as he buckles in and adjusts the seats. I am not short but he is a giant. He is about 6-foot-something and all muscle. My car isn’t tiny but he makes it look small. He pushes the chair back almost all the way.

  “Yes. Let’s go. I have these new cupcakes I made earlier this morning, I was going to test them out tomorrow but now that we are going there I am gonna bring them back and see what everyone says. I made a German chocolate cupcake flavor, as well as a strawberry cheesecake.”

  “Damn, that sounds good.” He starts up my car and 10 minutes later, we arrive at my bakery, Sweetie Pies. I am looking down at my phone, checking my email when Buzz stops the car. I can feel his tension and anger building up. I haven’t even gotten a chance to look at my bakery because I am looking at him.

  “You stay i
n the car Liz.”

  “What is it?” I look up and notice the lights on in my shop and the front window shattered. I gulp a huge intake of breath, “Oh my gosh.” I immediately jump out of the car and make my way to the front door.

  “Woman, I told you to stay in the car.” He is following behind me.

  I walk in through the front door which has been broken into and see broken glass all over the place, with glass crunching beneath our feet. My display cases have all be trashed and shattered. Someone took all the food and smashed it all over the place and wrote in what looks like frosting, the word “Fat Slut.” I am lost in my thoughts thinking of who would do such a thing when Buzz places a hand on my shoulder.

  “Liz? Honey?”

  I can’t help but to break down into tears and cover my face with my hands. I don’t want this tall drink of hotness to see me become a hot mess. I keep my back to him. “I am sorry Buzz, I don’t mean to break down like this but who would do such a thing. I need to call the police.”

  “Liz, you don’t need to apologize for this, this isn’t your fault.” He comes over and hugs me and cradles me. I can’t help but nuzzle my face in his neck. He smells like leather and fresh cinnamon.

  “Apparently it is, I mean, why would someone just target my bakery like this, and they didn’t even take the money again. I can’t stand the torment anymore and the police aren’t helping.”

  I look up at his face. He looks pissed. “What do you mean? You are talking like this is some ongoing thing. You told me someone vandalized before, has something else happened?”

  “Please Buzz, this isn’t your problem. I need to call the police.” I grab my phone from my pocket and dial 911. I don’t want to be cold with him but this isn’t his problem. Someone has been harassing me and tormenting me. I wish they would just leave me alone. I don’t want him to know about this, I know we barely know each other but I know he is protective of me. I make a move to get out of his embrace. He finally lets me go.

  Chapter 3